Chapter 327 Retaliation By The Divorced Heiress

• Charles's demeanor changed instantly at Christopher's mocking, and he covertly tightened his fists. "The Thompsons feigned not to notice, but Lance was acutely aware of everything at this very time. He was staring at Christopher with a clearly annoyed expression. "Bella, to wash down that seafood, I'll have someone get you a glass of white wine. Now ignoring the gaunt Charles, Christopher said softly, "A small glass won't do any harm." Bella cleared her throat. "Well, to be honest, I don't mind at all." Bella was sandwiched between the two Iverson brothers, and her scalp began to tingle. All she could do was smile awkwardly and reply, "But I really prefer beer."
• She was surprised when Charles and Christopher turned to face her at the same time and said, "No! That could lead to gout!” Christopher excused himself for a moment as dinner was coming to a conclusion and made his way to the bathroom. Christopher positioned himself in front of the sink and carefully poured hand sanitizer into his palm. His hands were pale and chilly, like well-kept artifacts dipped in formaldehyde. He gave them a strong massage till they radiated pink. He raised his hands to sniff them after performing this handwashing process five times, but he could still detect a slight fishy smell. He pressed down on another pump of hand sanitizer, caring for each finger with care. That's when the bathroom door opened.
• Upon seeing Christopher's obsessive hand washing, Charles entered with a solemn expression. He was unable to stop making fun of his brother. Chris, you're really putting it all on. For a neat freak like you, having to peel shrimp all night for Ms. Bella must be a nightmare come true. Do you think you'll dream about cleaning your hands this evening? Ignoring his taunting, Christopher carefully removed a few tissues, lowered his fair eyes, and damped off his palms. "Chris, a lot of years have passed. I believed you may have picked up some amazing talents while living abroad. Charles gave a contemptuous sneer. It appears that you've gotten rather good at bootlicking. "Charles, are you jealous?" I asked. Unfazed, Christopher grinned.